{"id":2686,"date":"2025-05-31T10:17:56","date_gmt":"2025-05-31T08:17:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/drift.al.uw.edu.pl\/driftidentity2\/?page_id=2686"},"modified":"2025-05-31T10:17:56","modified_gmt":"2025-05-31T08:17:56","slug":"rudyard-kipling-the-ballad-of-east-and-west","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/drift.al.uw.edu.pl\/driftidentity2\/rudyard-kipling-the-ballad-of-east-and-west\/","title":{"rendered":"Rudyard Kipling. The Ballad of East and West."},"content":{"rendered":"

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
\nTill Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
\nBut there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
\nWhen two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth! <\/span><\/p>\n

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side,
\nAnd he has lifted the Colonel’s mare that is the Colonel’s pride.
\nHe has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and day
\nAnd turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then up and spoke the Colonel’s son that led a troop of the Guides
\n“Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?”
\nThen up and spoke Mohammed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar:
\n“If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.
\n“At dusk he harries the Abazai\u2013at dawn he is into Bonair,
\n“But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare.
\n“So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,
\n“By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai.
\n“But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,
\n“For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal’s men.
\n“There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
\n“And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.”<\/p>\n

The Colonel’s son has taken horse, and a raw rough dun was he,
\nWith the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head of a gallows-tree.
\nThe Colonel’s son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat
\nWho rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.
\nHe’s up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,
\nTill he was aware of his father’s mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
\nTill he was aware of his father’s mare with Kamal upon her back,
\nAnd when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the Pistol crack.
\nHe has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.
\n“Ye shoot like a soldier,” Kamal said. “Show now if ye can ride!”
\nIt’s up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go
\nThe dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.
\nThe dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,
\nBut the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove.
\nThere was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
\nAnd thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho’ never a man was seen.<\/p>\n

They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
\nThe dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.
\nThe dun he fell at a water-course\u2013in a woeful heap fell he,
\nAnd Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free.
\nHe has knocked the pistol out of his hand\u2013small room was there to strive,
\n“‘Twas only by favour of mine,” quoth he, “ye rode so long alive:
\n“There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree,
\n“But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.
\n“If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,
\n“The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a row.
\n“If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,
\n“The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly.”
\nLightly answered the Colonel’s son: “Do good to bird and beast,
\n“But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.
\n“If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away.
\n“Belike the price of a jackal’s meal were more than a thief could pay.
\n“They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain.
\n“The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain.
\n“But if thou thinkest the price be fair\u2013thy brethren wait to sup,
\n“The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn\u2013howl, dog, and call them up!
\n“And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack,
\n“Give me my father’s mare again, and I’ll fight my own way back!”<\/p>\n

Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet.
\n“No talk shall be of dogs,” said he, “when wolf and grey wolf meet.
\n“May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath;
\n“What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?”
\nLightly answered the Colonel’s son: “I hold by the blood of my clan:
\n“Take up the mare for my father’s gift\u2013by God, she has carried a man!”
\nThe red mare ran to the Colonel’s son, and nuzzled against his breast;
\n“We be two strong men,” said Kamal then, “but she loveth the younger best.
\n“So she shall go with a lifter’s dower, my turquoise-studded rein,
\n“My ‘broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrup twain.”
\nThe Colonel’s son a pistol drew, and held it muzzle-end,
\n“Ye have taken the one from a foe,” said he. “Will ye take the mate from a friend?”
\n“A gift for a gift,” said Kamal straight; “a limb for the risk of a limb.
\n“Thy father has sent his son to me, I’ll send my son to him!”
\nWith that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest
\nHe trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.
\n“Now here is thy master,” Kamal said, “who leads a troop of the Guides,
\n“And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.
\n“Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
\n“Thy life is his – thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.
\n“So, thou must eat the White Queen’s meat, and all her foes are thine,
\n“And thou must harry thy father’s hold for the peace of the Border-line.
\n“And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power
\n“Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur!”<\/p>\n

They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault.
\nThey have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:
\nThey have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,
\nOn the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.<\/p>\n

The Colonel’s son he rides the mare and Kamal’s boy the dun,
\nAnd two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.
\nAnd when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear
\nThere was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer.
\n“Ha’ done! ha’ done!” said the Colonel’s son. “Put up the steel at your sides!
\n“Last night ye had struck at a Border thief\u2013to-night ’tis a man of the Guides!”<\/p>\n

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
\nTill Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
\nBut there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
\nWhen two strong men stand face to face though they come from the ends of the earth!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n

Rudyard Kipling.<\/span>The Ballad of East and West.<\/span><\/h1>\n

tlum. Anna Ba\u0144kowska<\/p>\n

From <https:\/\/nowynapis.eu\/tygodnik\/nr-86\/artykul\/ballada-o-wschodzie-i-zachodzie<\/a>> <\/cite><\/p>\n

Wsch\u00f3d to jest Wsch\u00f3d, a Zach\u00f3d \u2013 Zach\u00f3d i nigdy nie zejd\u0105 si\u0119 razem,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dop\u00f3ki Ziemi i Nieba na s\u0105d B\u00f3g swoim nie wezwie rozkazem.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz furda Zach\u00f3d albo Wsch\u00f3d, kraj, rasa, urodzenie,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gdy zejdzie si\u0119 si\u0142aczy dw\u00f3ch, cho\u0107by i z kra\u0144c\u00f3w Ziemi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Kamal dwudziestk\u0119 swoich zuch\u00f3w skrzykn\u0105\u0142, by zam\u0119t sia\u0107 na granicy,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ukrad\u0142 spod stajni chlub\u0119 pu\u0142kownika,<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>klacz dro\u017csz\u0105 od oka \u017arenicy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wywi\u00f3d\u0142 j\u0105, ledwie nasta\u0142 \u015bwit, bez \u017cadnych ceregieli,<\/span><\/p>\n

Odwr\u00f3ci\u0142 jej podkowy w mig, i tyle go widzieli.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wtedy wyst\u0105pi\u0142 pu\u0142kownika syn, dow\u00f3dca Hindus\u00f3w oddzia\u0142u:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Czy \u017caden z was, \u017co\u0142nierzy mych, nie s\u0142ysza\u0142 nic o Kamalu?<\/span><\/p>\n

Wtedy wyst\u0105pi\u0142 Mohammed Chan, syn ressaldara:<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Niestety!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sprawd\u017a, gdzie si\u0119 kryje poranna mg\u0142a, a znajdziesz jego pikiety.<\/span><\/p>\n

O zmroku n\u0119ka on Abazai, o \u015bwicie pod Bonair si\u0119 skrada,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz b\u0119dzie mija\u0142 Fort Bukloh, tamt\u0119dy mu droga wypada.<\/span><\/p>\n

Staraj si\u0119 ptaka wy\u015bcign\u0105\u0107 w locie i konia w galopie nie \u017ca\u0142uj,<\/span><\/p>\n

A z \u0142aski Boga z\u0142apiesz go w Forcie, nim minie prze\u0142\u0119cz Jagai.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz je\u015bli prze\u0142\u0119cz Jagai minie, to lepiej zawr\u00f3\u0107 ju\u017c z dala,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bo na r\u00f3wninie tej wzd\u0142u\u017c i wszerz czaj\u0105 si\u0119 ludzie Kamala.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ska\u0142y tam z prawej, ska\u0142y z lewej strony, a mi\u0119dzy nimi cier\u0144 lichy;<\/span><\/p>\n

Nagle trzask s\u0142yszysz odwiedzionej broni, cho\u0107 ludzi ni widu, ni s\u0142ychu.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Syn pu\u0142kownika zaraz konia dosiad\u0142, a diabe\u0142 to by\u0142 narowisty,<\/span><\/p>\n

I \u0142bem zarzuca\u0142, pian\u0119 z pyska toczy\u0142, jak pot\u0119pieniec ognisty.<\/span><\/p>\n

Syn pu\u0142kownika do Fortu dotar\u0142, do sto\u0142u go tam prosili,<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz kto z\u0142odziejom po pi\u0119tach depcze, nie lubi traci\u0107 ni chwili.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gna\u0142 w skok przed siebie, gniadosza nie szcz\u0119dzi\u0142, Fort dawno w tyle zostawi\u0142,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gna\u0142, zanim wreszcie klacz ojca dop\u0119dzi\u0142 pod sam\u0105 prze\u0142\u0119cz\u0105 Jagai.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dop\u0119dzi\u0142 klacz ojca i widz\u0105c, \u017ce Kamal wci\u0105\u017c si\u0119 nie rusza z jej grzbietu,<\/span><\/p>\n

Do strza\u0142u si\u0119 z\u0142o\u017cy\u0142 i wzi\u0105\u0142 go na cel i szarpn\u0105\u0142 za spust pistoletu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wypali\u0142 raz jeden, wypali\u0142 raz drugi, \u015bwisn\u0119\u0142a kula chybiona.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Strzelasz jak \u017co\u0142nierz \u2013 powiedzia\u0142 Kamal \u2013 lecz co wyci\u015bniesz z konia?<\/span><\/p>\n

I zn\u00f3w pod g\u00f3r\u0119, przez prze\u0142\u0119cz Jagai, gdzie diabe\u0142 wichry w tan goni,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u015amiga jak rogacz rozjuszony gniadosz, lecz klacz niczym<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>m\u0142oda \u0142ani.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gniadosz si\u0119 na w\u0119dzidle zapar\u0142, oci\u0105ga si\u0119 i boczy,<\/span><\/p>\n

a dla kasztanki to jest fraszka; jak panna si\u0119 z nim droczy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ska\u0142y tam z prawej, ska\u0142y z lewej strony, a mi\u0119dzy nimi cier\u0144 lichy;<\/span><\/p>\n

trzykro\u0107 trzask s\u0142ycha\u0107 odwiedzionej broni, cz\u0142owieka ni widu, ni s\u0142ychu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wy\u015bcign\u0119li ju\u017c w p\u0119dzie sierp ksi\u0119\u017cyca blady, t\u0119tent si\u0119 ni\u00f3s\u0142 a\u017c do ranka;<\/span><\/p>\n

Niczym byk w\u015bciek\u0142y rwa\u0142 do przodu gniady, jak sarna sadzi\u0142a kasztanka.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wtem pada rumak, z nim je\u017adziec upada, run\u0119li nad brzegiem strugi;<\/span><\/p>\n

Kamal zawraca kasztank\u0119 i zsiada, pomaga mu stan\u0105\u0107 na nogi.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wytr\u0105ciwszy mu z d\u0142oni pistolet \u2013 a miejsca by\u0142o tam ma\u0142o<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

powiada:<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Tylko z \u0142aski mojej tak d\u0142ugo \u017cywy jecha\u0142e\u015b.<\/span><\/p>\n

Przez mil dwadzie\u015bcia nie by\u0142o ni krzak\u00f3w, ni ska\u0142y, aby si\u0119 schowa\u0107,<\/span><\/p>\n

a jednak m\u00f3j cz\u0142owiek ze strzelb\u0105 przy oku gdzie\u015b musia\u0142 w kucki warowa\u0107.<\/span><\/p>\n

I gdybym tylko da\u0142 mu r\u0119k\u0105 znak, a przecie\u017c trzyma\u0142em j\u0105 nisko,<\/span><\/p>\n

stado szakali zbieg\u0142oby si\u0119 w mig, ucztowa\u0107 na pobojowisku.<\/span><\/p>\n

I gdybym g\u0142ow\u0119 opu\u015bci\u0142 na chwil\u0119, a przeciem wysoko j\u0105 trzyma\u0142,<\/span><\/p>\n

kani, co teraz pod chmurami kwili, brzuch z \u017carcia by si\u0119 ugina\u0142.<\/span><\/p>\n

I odpar\u0142 lekko pu\u0142kownika syn:<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Pofolguj zwierz\u0119tom i ptakom,<\/span><\/p>\n

lecz zwa\u017c, kto zg\u0142osi si\u0119 po moje szcz\u0105tki, nim fet\u0119 wyprawisz kamratom.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bo gdy si\u0119 tysi\u0105c \u017co\u0142nierzy tu stawi, by moje ko\u015bci st\u0105d uwie\u017a\u0107,<\/span><\/p>\n

zapewne ceny tej uczty szakali koniokrad nie b\u0119dzie m\u00f3g\u0142 unie\u015b\u0107.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nakarmi\u0105 konie waszym zbo\u017cem z pola, do cna spichlerze spustosz\u0105,<\/span><\/p>\n

Ze strzech waszych ob\u00f3r ogniska rozpal\u0105 i<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>byd\u0142o na mieczach roznios\u0105.<\/span><\/p>\n

I je\u015bli uznasz t\u0119 cen\u0119 za godn\u0105, bo twoi na och\u0142ap czyhaj\u0105,<\/span><\/p>\n

wszak pies szakala jest dalekim dalekim krewnym, wi\u0119c wyj, psie, niech si\u0119<\/span><\/p>\n

zbiegaj\u0105!<\/span><\/p>\n

Ale je\u017celi cena ci nie w smak \u2013 w ludziach i sprz\u0119cie, i ziarnie<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

to oddaj klacz, a o powr\u00f3t m\u00f3j bi\u0107 mi si\u0119 z tob\u0105 wypadnie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Kamal za r\u0119k\u0119 m\u0142odzie\u0144ca pochwyci\u0142 i patrz\u0105c mu w oczy, powiada:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Nie godzi si\u0119 wspomina\u0107 psy, gdy stary wilk z m\u0142odym gada.<\/span><\/p>\n

Niech gryz\u0119 ziemi\u0119, gdyby\u015b z r\u0119ki mej na mieniu ucierpia\u0142 czy gardle!<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz czemu tak ze \u015bmierci kpisz, co ci pomog\u0142y te szable?<\/span><\/p>\n

I odpar\u0142 lekko pu\u0142kownika syn:<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Powinno\u015b\u0107 dla krwi mej zwyci\u0119\u017ca.<\/span><\/p>\n

Za\u015b klacz ojcowsk\u0105 przyjmij w darze mym; na Boga, nosi\u0142a dzi\u015b m\u0119\u017ca!<\/span><\/p>\n

Wtem do m\u0142odzie\u0144ca podbiega kasztanka, o pier\u015b mu si\u0119 pyskiem ociera.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Dwa my si\u0142acze s\u0105 \u2013 rzecze Kamel \u2013 lecz ona m\u0142odego wybiera.<\/span><\/p>\n

Niech zatem idzie, lecz wyposa\u017cona w wodze turkusem nabite,<\/span><\/p>\n

dodam jej tak\u017ce dwa srebrne strzemiona i siod\u0142o haftem okryte.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wyj\u0105\u0142 pistolet pu\u0142kownika syn i luf\u0105 do ty\u0142u obr\u00f3ci\u0142.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Jeden zabra\u0142e\u015b je\u0144cowi \u2013 rzek\u0142 mu \u2013 od przyjaciela przyjm drugi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Wi\u0119c dar za dar \u2013 odpowie Kamal \u2013 rami\u0119 za rami\u0119 stawiam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ojciec tw\u00f3j syna za mn\u0105 s\u0142a\u0142, ja swego mu dzi\u015b oddawam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gwizdn\u0105\u0142 przeci\u0105gle, za\u015b jedynak jego, ni chwili nie mitr\u0119\u017c\u0105c,<\/span><\/p>\n

w skok run\u0105\u0142 spod szczytu i zastyg\u0142 jak lanca, przed ojca obliczem si\u0119 pr\u0119\u017c\u0105c.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Odt\u0105d do \u015bmierci lub mego rozkazu \u2013 w kantynie, w stanicy, w obozie<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

Twoje \u017cycie jest jego, a twym przeznaczeniem jest strzec go, bo g\u0142ow\u0105 odpowiesz.<\/span><\/p>\n

Odt\u0105d na wikcie ty Bia\u0142ej Kr\u00f3lowej, na wrog\u00f3w jej masz polowa\u0107<\/span><\/p>\n

I nawet ojca swego musisz n\u0119ka\u0107, by pok\u00f3j graniczny zachowa\u0107.<\/span><\/p>\n

A jako \u017co\u0142nierz b\u0105d\u017a m\u0119\u017cny i hardy, to si\u0119 do szar\u017cy przebijesz,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pewnie mianuj\u0105 ci\u0119 ressaldarem, gdy mnie stryczek w\u0142o\u017c\u0105 na szyj\u0119.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Spojrzeli sobie m\u0142odzie\u0144cy w oczy i fa\u0142szu si\u0119 nie dopatrzyli;<\/span><\/p>\n

Przysi\u0119gli sobie braterstwo krwi, na chleb i s\u00f3l \u015bluby z\u0142o\u017cyli.<\/span><\/p>\n

Przysi\u0119gli sobie braterstwo krwi na ogie\u0144, dar\u0144 \u015bwie\u017co wyci\u0119t\u0105,<\/span><\/p>\n

przysi\u0119gli na chajberski n\u00f3\u017c, na bog\u00f3w imiona \u015bwi\u0119te.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dosiad\u0142 syn pu\u0142kownika klaczy, za\u015b ch\u0142opak Kamala gniadego,<\/span><\/p>\n

wr\u00f3cili obaj do Forth Bukloh, lecz wjazd by\u0142 tam dla jednego.<\/span><\/p>\n

A gdy dotarli razem do stra\u017cnicy, dwudziestka mieczy rozb\u0142ys\u0142a,<\/span><\/p>\n

z oczu zbrojnego oddzia\u0142u Hindus\u00f3w nienawi\u015b\u0107 plemienna wytrys\u0142a.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Sta\u0107! Sta\u0107!<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>zakrzykn\u0105\u0142 syn pu\u0142kownika<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>I bro\u0144 opu\u015bci\u0107 do nogi!<\/span><\/p>\n

Wczoraj \u015bcigali\u015bcie w nim rozb\u00f3jnika, dzi\u015b to towarzysz nasz drogi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wsch\u00f3d to jest Wsch\u00f3d, a Zach\u00f3d \u2013 Zach\u00f3d i nigdy nie zejd\u0105 si\u0119 razem,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dop\u00f3ki Ziemi i Nieba na s\u0105d B\u00f3g swoim nie wezwie rozkazem.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lecz furda Zach\u00f3d albo Wsch\u00f3d, kraj, rasa, urodzenie,<\/span><\/p>\n

Gdy zejdzie si\u0119 si\u0142aczy dw\u00f3ch, cho\u0107by i z kra\u0144c\u00f3w Ziemi.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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